I was born at six months premature, with a cyst in my lung. Of course, I don’t remember it, but I sort of feel it. My sister, she always tells me how she could see my heartbeat in my chest. And that just makes me more grateful for all the doctors did. Because, at the end of the day, I could not be here.
I really was given a chance at life. And that’s why I’ll never waste it. I am so lucky. I have a family that means everything to me. A culture that means everything. I can cook. I can travel. I can try again, even when things don’t go my way first time. The world is my oyster. And every experience I’ve ever and will have is a part of who I am.
Lauren's identity story
I’m a Korean American. My parents moved to America in the 70s. And I was born and raised in California, where there’s so much. Read more.
Naomi's identity story
My dad died when I was four. My mum, she didn’t have a job. Growing up poor, you don’t feel like you have choices. But you do. We all do. Read more.